Reblogged from Just Turtle Flight and Muse:
Setting her lamp down cautiously
she makes her way to the center of
a bridge created from the giant
roots of seemingly prehistoric
trees designed as if gone rampant
looking at the sunlight spilling
out between a mountainous crevice
life calmly emulating complacency
speaking to her words in the distance
she but a fragment in time incredulous
hanging onto a cord of smaller roots…